The sky was blue and the flowers were white and the little yellow bees buzzed quietly high up in the tree.
And down below I was being shot fireballs from the eyes of Violet. I suspect some curse words were incubating in that little head too after yesterday's experience with the camera.
Above our heads was lots and lots of prettiness. Below me was Violet and her tight little fists and mean little face.
I just continued looking up at the crabapple tree that was suddenly all in bloom on a sunny and beautiful spring day. There was just too much prettiness to get sidetracked by Violet's scowl and grudge.